"Marta finds that being a filthy slut is the most exciting thing she's ever done, and goes all-in…"
James looked down at Marta and found the view electrifying. She was pushing herself hard against him, forcing herself to gag and choke on his cock, while simultaneously frigging her clit, and fucking her cunt with two fingers of the...
"Can the little rabbit endure her master's games?"
The scent of wet leather drifts to my nostrils as I clamp my teeth around his belt and wail, the searing heat from the stripe of wax on my exposed breast racing to every nerve ending that matters. I choke...
"He left her breathless…and then she got desperate."
He stripped her, bound her hands behind her, and when he saw her exhale, grabbed the back of her head, locked his mouth to hers in a French kiss, then pinched her nose closed, stopping her breath.She was surprised at...
"Xander finds that some stories passed through the ages are not what they seem."
The flicker of the campfire illuminates our circle of rapt faces, the wood popping and crackling in the dark as Dexter brings his tale to a climax."Terror!" he yells with the gravitas of a Shakespearean understudy. "That's how it reigns."...
With sudden force I snap back into the reality which holds me captive. I am sadly not even confused. It seems as real as anything else, despite it’s multitudinous artificial qualities. There is still something kind of hot about being...
As her lips wrapped around him once more he threw his head back in pleasure and groaned through his clenched jaw. He was in love with the way she sucked cock. Even if he couldn't stand being around her anymore,...
"A horny girl takes what she wants from her friend, including his cum."
I hasten to clean up my room and neaten up my bed. I look at myself in the mirror, trying not to think too hard about what’s to come. I head back to my room and sit on the edge...
"Spoilt rich women are used to getting their own way. Wes turns the tables."
Flashbulbs stung my vision amid the surging clamour of paparazzi calling her name as she strode from the premier along the red carpet towards me and the limousine. An effortless flick of russet hair above the straps of the crimson...
"A nice story about holding hands."
Strong fingers lace with mine as we amble beneath the oak canopy along the woodland track. The breeze carrying vestiges of the lazy summer – our summer – ruffles the tiny fair hairs on the back of my hand. Hairs...
